Cinder went along with the group heading back to E-Rantel, under the pretext of checking the fortress city out.
It was a comfortable trip back to E-Rantel, except for Alcatraz. He did some recon on the nearby cities around Nazarick using the MRV (Mirror of Remote Viewing) after his protecting Carne Village from the Theocracy operatives.
Took about a day and a half of travel. Nothing relatively interesting happened. Aside from having Momon to make a new name for the King. Under the pretext that he was the one defeating it alone, without help from him or Nabe.
It took long enough to decide what name until they settled on Hamsuke. Not that it bothered the former Wise King of the Forest since she enjoyed the name nonetheless.
So long it works, he wouldn't bother. For he too, sucked at naming.
It also brought him amusement very much on getting his friend, much to his embarrassment, to ride on the giant hamster.
Aside from the curious questions coming from the Swords of Darkness and Nfirea about his adventures and whatnot.
He managed to give not-so-very-true-but-not-false-either answers, which sated their curiosity.
"Where in the North are you from?"
"I came from the Kingdom of Los Angeles. You wouldn't find it in the known maps, and neither would it exist anymore," It was a sobering statement, he quickly spoke before anyone of them could speak up. "From what I know, it is not of this continent so to say."
'Yes, from the fictional story of coming from the Kingdom of Los Angeles.' He rolled his eyes on that.
"You mean you came from overseas?" Peter asked in bewilderment.
"Yes."
"How'd you end up here to travel this far?"
"You'd probably not believe me, but I suspect it was teleportation. But it was not by choice."
"Teleportation!?" Ninya and the others looked in surprise. "That's something above the 6th Tier!"
"Then our standards are different then, in terms of strength and ability." He tilted his head slightly. A half truth, and not wholly a lie.
Thankfully, they didn't ask too many questions anymore as they were nearing the city.
Fortress city indeed. But the quality equipment of the guards seemed lower than the ones he saw in Kami Miyako.
They entered without any problem. Although what Cinder was seeing on the infrastructure was more than enough to tell him.
Compared to the capital of Slane Theocracy, Kami Miyako, this one seemed unimpressive. But he wouldn't judge on it much, since he has yet to see the capital of the Kingdom.
Though he had a feeling he wouldn't be impressed by it for some reason… Understandable if he used the reason upon seeing the Tomb's riches and the grandiose craftsmanship of its work. Most thanks to the virtual workings becoming real of course.
And seeing the awed murmurs from the people around looking at Momon riding his 'hard-earned' , powerful majestic steed, it's hard not to let out a smirk at the sight of his friend.
If he had a camera on him, he'd stored at least 50 pictures into his inventory just for funny memories and some tiny bit of blackmail.
"We'll be heading to the pharmacy to help Nfirea drop the cargo. You can go ahead to the Guild, Momon-san." Peter said.
He nodded and headed towards the direction of the Guild without saying a word. They noticed that Cinder Xaphas was not walking in the same direction either.
"Um, sir Xa—Cinder. Are you not going to register?" Ninya quickly corrected herself and inquired.
"As an Adventurer? No. And I'm not planning to." Cinder shook his head.
"Eh? Why not?"
"I don't plan to be bound by anything. My purpose is elsewhere…" He said vaguely.
"Someone who wanders without anything behind." Dyne smiled sagely.
"That I am, Dyne." He nodded. "I have places to be, people to find… It's not forever you get to roam the world after being in the same land for some time."
"Sounds like quite a story to hear over." Lukrut commented.
"You'll be heading out soon right?" Peter looked over at him.
"In the meantime, yes. Maybe a couple of weeks. I am not in a rush. Might check out the pharmacy to see what they have in preparation for my travels." He shrugged. He truly wasn't, they have all the time in the world. But that wouldn't mean they can just lax around and waste time.
He hasn't even looked over the other known nations yet. He needs more intel.
"Not to mention, I am a little bit curious to see if the procedure on making your potions is the same from where I came from."
"Well then, we'll find out soon enough!" Nfirea said a tad bit excitingly.
Not long after, they arrived at Nfirea's pharmacy.
It is a good building, two stories high. Located in the trader's district. It is made out of wood and the front windows displayed potions and alchemical solutions. He noticed that they varied colors of blue to green to silver-like color, but not a single one was red.
'Hmmm… it could be… I'll ask him later.' He mused on the possibility that healing potions from YGGDRASIL do not exist here and are completely different from one another.
They went to the backyard and Nfirea unlocked the entrance of the back door, directing them where to place the bundles and buckets of herbs. The smell of dried herbs in the air told him this was a room for herb storage.
He wasn't bothered in helping out on carrying the very heavy bundles of load to ease their work.
Honestly, he wanted to carry them all by himself but that probably wouldn't be a good work ethic if he weren't letting them do something.
He just finds labor work calming somehow. Helps him think less.
The pharmacist offered some cold refreshing drinks, to which they replied affirmatively. Wouldn't hurt to refuse a free drink.
He led the way into the pharmacy, and the interior is not too impressive but its enough to keep things going.
He noticed the potions of all colors in small glass containers lined up in wooden holsters on a wooden counter and on the shelves.
The smell would be comparable to a herbal medicine he had with his friend's relative back in the real world. It reminded him of that.
'I wonder how he is doing… Not to mention that crazy bitc— wife of his…' By reflex, he looked behind his shoulder to see the person he would last insult to be there, was not there.
He almost let out a sigh of relief before finding himself blinking in wonder.
'What the hell am I worried about? I doubt she'd be here in this world…' He chuckled quietly before going silent at the possible realization that she may or could be around…
'I hate thinking shit like this at times…' He mentally groaned.
"What type of potions are these?" He asked the alchemist, pushing the irrelevant thoughts aside.
"Ah, these ones are made from herbs and our display pieces are made from magic and herbs. We don't have a lot of potions made purely with magic, but I can show those if you like." He offered. Sounding a bit too eager on that one. Probably the pride of showing his work.
He asked sorts of questions relating to alchemy. And the potions made here are delivered in three types.
Herbs, purely magic, and a mix of both.
One made in herbs being the cheapest, but least effective. The mixture of herbs and magic are slightly better but costly, going in gold coins.
The potions made purely in magic in infusing the alchemical solution with it, were the most expensive and strongest of potions. For this world's standards.
The technical interest in making potions didn't interest him. Only the fact that one could make potions using herbs does.
"I noticed something, your potions are all but the color red." He said as he examined one of the potions that was made in both herbs and magic.
The pharmacist looked at him in surprise. "Eh? Yours too?"
Cinder turned to look at him, narrowing his eyes in question and suspicion. "What do you mean by that?"
Before he could speak more, they heard a creaking noise coming from within the store. A door opened from the other side of the room.
An unsettling blonde woman with a neatly combed hair of gold, showing her beautifully dangerous face. Her features were delicate and pointed like a dagger.
Her smile was wide that went well along with her blood-red eyes, it reminded him of that inhuman woman.
"Hi there~" She said in a soft, soothing voice that dripped like ice. "Welcome home, Nfirea~"
He frowned. This is suspicious…
"Do you know her?" He inquired. Unless this was someone relative to the pharmacist, he couldn't be sure…
"N-No, not really." He confirmed.
"You four, step back." He ordered as he widened his stance in front of her. Standing in between the Swords of Darkness.
The Swords of Darkness immediately drew their weapons as they moved and took steps backward. Her smile got even wider. The three male adventurers formed a shield wall of flesh in front of Ninya and Nfirea.
This encounter is unfortunate…
"Ehhhh? Isn't that a bit rude? All I want to do is just kidnap someone like little Niffy over there and force him to use {Undeath Army}~ Is it really that bad?"
'A 7th tier spell. Summons an army of low-tier undead… Nothing noteworthy but the damage it would do to this city…' He mused.
The spell is an easy counter, simple AoE would do the trick. But in their disguise, they can't do such things easily this time…
"T-Thats a 7th Tier Spell! I can't even cast 3rd Tier!" The pharmacist spoke in a hoarse, scared and shocked tone.
Immediately, he tried to send a {Message} to Momonga about this, but all felt and described like a mental radio static in his head.
'The {Message} is blocked… So there's a limit.' He hummed. 'Noted…'
"Oh we don't need your magic, silly~ Just your special [Talent] that's all. We have a [Crown of Wisdom] set up ready for you~"
Either this woman is very confident in her skills if she's spouting plans to the people she's going to kill, or she is that foolish.
'An unknown item… Maybe Momonga knows about it…'
"All of you, leave." He ordered that demanded no argument, keeping his gaze on the cheshire-smiling woman. "Keep Nfirea safe. I'll deal with her."
"Are you sure about that sir Cinder? She's dangerous." Peter said cautiously.
"I won't repeat myself, Peter…"
"Oh~ You think you can handle me big boy?" She said mockingly as he noticed a glint of sadistic joy as she brandished what he can describe as a twin pair of stilettos.
"You're taking too long."
Another, older voice spoke out. From their rear was a sickly pale, stick-thin man with sunken eyes that looked unnatural. He would also look like one of the undead.
'So he should be the one that blocked my {Message}…' He hummed.
They were caught in a pincer attack. The Swords of Darkness' faces turned grim. They are at a disadvantage.
Cinder could not pull out his greatsword in this cramped room without wrecking the place. Much more risk in harming his compatriots.
This will be challenging.
"Ehh? But Khazi, weren't you the one taking so long making preparations so their screams wouldn't escape the building? At least let me enjoy myself~"
"Don't forget why we're here." The spellcaster glared at the woman who simply pouted in false offense.
"I will give you two a chance to surrender. If not, then I promise your deaths will not be quick." Cinder declared.
The woman looked amused, if not downright confident if her eyes were showing it now.
"Are you sure about that~?" She said cockily.
He answered by simply moving towards her.
That cocky expression of hers vanished almost immediately as she widened her eyes in shock as she saw how the warrior could move.
He took two simple steps forward, and the second step he moved, he was upon her. She quickly activated |Evasion| just in time as she barely managed to dodge a swipe from his hand. He was fast for someone in heavy armor.
'…What was that?' He paused to process what happened. He went to try and grab the woman in his hold, but she glowed then suddenly moved fast… 'Was that the Martial Arts that Momonga told me about? Interesting…'
"You're fast for someone in that armor…" Her smile lost its false teasing and was replaced with a jagged sharpness. Her eyes replaced its jovial sadism with cold seriousness.
"{Acid Javelin}!"
A ball of acid flew through the air, droplets threatening to harm anyone in the way as the Swords of Darkness moved out of the way — pulling Nfirea along with them.
"Sir Cinder!" Ninya called out a warning as the spell coming from the pale intruder headed straight towards the black-burnt knight.
In Cinder's eyes, it was slow. As if everything was under water. He didn't bother moving out of the way and instead took it head on. The {Acid Javelin} made contact, the black knight should have been screaming in agony and falling down in death. Instead, he simply raises his hand clenching in a fist, and throws a hook at the woman — which barely misses and the woman barely dodges in time. Completely ignoring the dissolving acid that is slowly seeping into his armor.
"What!?" Exclaimed the pale man as his eyes widened at the sight of the armored warrior not in pain.
"GO!" Cinder roared as he continued his relentless flurry of punches at the woman who was dodging and just now brandished her weapons with full intent on killing him.
"LEAVE! FIND MOMON AND NABE!"
The black knight's voice shook the Swords of Darkness to reality, grabbed Nfirea and hurried themselves out of the building. The woman tried to go pass around the knight but found themselves unable to as he was very persistent in keeping her to him.
She guessed that this man is wearing some kind of a magic item to either ignore the acidic spell that should be eating his skin right now, or something else entirely.
The pale man manages to cast [Reinforce Armour] on himself before being slammed in the face with a sword's pommel by Peter and pushed aside.
By the urgency of safeguarding their client, as well as preventing any potential death among their teammates, they moved past the man and headed towards the exit.
"Pesky little pest, aren't you?" Cinder grunted in faked pain to make it more believable that he was hurt. Which worked since the woman looked rather impressed and pissed at the same time.
"You must have some kind of incredible tolerance to ignore that kind of pain…" She whispered with a painfully disturbing grin on her face.
"I wonder how long will it take to break you~?"
"A question that should be for you rather," He said plainly. "How long would it take for you to realize you are powerless." It was a statement.
She felt shivers crawling down her spine. But she figured it was just a way to scare her.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the pale magician hustling from the corner he had been tossed aside from, and glaringly cast his spell at the warrior's back.
"{Lighting}!"
Crackling sound of loud light surged from the pale man's staff, striking fast and hard, enrapturing the entire warrior's armor in deadly lighting.
She jumped away in second's time, avoiding from getting hit by the lighting the moment it struck at the warrior. It was certain that the warrior was dead from that attack. It was unexpected to see him still standing and not screaming in pain from the acid, but with the lighting and metal combined…
The lighting shock lasted a moment's time before subsiding into cracklings of electricity. Smoke arose from the armor. For a moment, the two thought they had finally killed the warrior.
But after a moment passed after that, it was then they realized… It had no effect as he was—
"How are you still standing!?" Khajit yelled out of disbelief.
The warrior shifted, lowering his posture as he spread his arms ready to tackle. Fists will work better than his greatsword.
And besides, it's been awhile since he fought with his bare hands…
"Death still hasn't prepared my room yet."
. . .
When Momon left for the Guild to register Hamsuke — a name he decided for the Wise King, not that it bothered the hamster anyways since it accepted it easily — into their party, he couldn't help but feel a bit worried for his friend.
When he went out to scout the ones who had the [Sealing Crystal] in their first encounter, he wanted to go with him. To make sure he returns safely. But again, he gave good points on going alone to the Slane Theocracy. And so he stayed behind, or rather, going to his own scouting on E-Rantel — not technically alone as Naberal was with him, but still. He was ready to support his friend should he get in trouble in the beak of call.
Fortunately, there was none. He felt his non-existent heart calmed down when he returned back to the Tomb. He felt his concern was unnecessary as his friend was more than capable, not to mention able considering job experience…
He sighed as he walked out of the Guild building, followed in suit by Hamsuke and Nabe — as well as accompanying the grandma of the pharmacist who was coincidentally also in the building looking for his nephew awaiting his return. Momon found no problems going along with her, since she is related to their client after all.
Having finished processing the registration of the new addition of the former to team Darkness.
They were heading back to the Pharmacy not before seeing Swords of Darkness and Nfirea running towards them with expressions of worry and exhaustion — the latter no doubt from running.
He had a gut feeling he wont like this at all…
"Momon-san!" Ninya yelled out as they came close.
"Hah.. Ha… Haaaa…" Peter let out, trying to catch his breath, even the others tried to speak but they were also greedily breathing air into their lungs. "S-Sir Cinder—! He, He is—!"
*Boom*
A faint explosion sounded off from the distance. Not too loud, but loud enough for everyone to stop on their tracks and see where it came from.
"W-What was that!?" Nfirea's grandmother exclaimed in shock, looking around to find the source.
"There!" Someone nearby shouted and pointed at the sky. Not too far, was fiery rising smoke. Coincidentally, it was also the location of the pharmacist's home.
One second passed, and Momonga already had a good idea on what the Swords of Darkness were trying to say.
"Nabe! Fly us over there!"
"Yes!" Immediately the maid-in-disguise cast {Twin Magic; Fly} on the two of them, Momon almost went on ahead before remembering something…
"Hamsuke! Carry them on your back and head towards the fire." The hamster nodded as Momon turned to look at Peter looking rather dumbfounded along with his team. "Guide her where she needs to go."
Were his last words before departing towards the source of the explosion. Momon and Nabe arrived just to see the building on fire, a crowd gathered watching and whispering from a good distance while some tried to douse the flames with buckets of water.
It was little to no avail as the fire still spread despite it being compared to a small bonfire.
The duo landed right before the burning building, their appearance bringing attention from the crowd as they whispered. It bothered the two none as the dark warrior scanned the area.
"Momon-san… Forgive me but is…?" Nabe glanced with a concerned look.
"No… A simple fire wouldn't bring him down." He said with certainty. "He must be playing around…"
He stood there waiting silently along with Nabe, it didn't take long before they noticed something move within the blazing fire within the building.
"What!? Hey, there's something moving in the fire!"
Momon noticed a tall figure — no doubt around his same height — walked out through the burning building. Unfazed by the fire despite his armor glowing spots of red hot blisters and the seething smoke coming off from it, and small sparked fires around his tattered clothing, burnt edges of it.
"Momon, Nabe. Evening." He said in a casual greeting, as if he wasn't in a horrible condition and the biting heat that was visibly red hot on his armor was not bothering him at all.
"Cinder." Momon stared at his friend, spitting in a cold tone of concern that made eavesdroppers get a misunderstanding here. "What happened?"
"Ambush. Two of them. Blonde woman and a bald magic caster. The others safe?" Quick and straight to the point.
"With Hamsuke — a name I gave to the Wise King of the Forest. They'll be arriving here soon." He clarified. Cinder let out a quiet chuckle only for him to hear. And Momon obviously knew he was amused if not laughing at his choice of naming. He knew he was horrible at it!
"What about the foes you encountered?"
Cinder turned his gaze towards the burning building, letting out a sigh of regret and guilt before replying.
"Escaped, I let them. It was nothing too difficult, their plan was thwarted. So I doubt they will do it again anytime sooner." He hummed as he snuffed out the embers on his clothing as if he was dusting dirt off his clothes.
"And I have a good feeling where they'll be at. We'll talk as we move."
Momon was silent for a moment, nodding.
"Lead the way…"
No more words were spoken as Nabe cased {Triple Magic; Fly} on the three of them, following Cinder who was leading the way.
He gave factual information as they flew towards the cemetery. The enemy's plan was to use Nfirea's Talent to use an item called [Crown of Wisdom] — whatever it was, Momon knew nothing about it — to use {Undeath Army} to overrun the town.
The reason for that? He doesn't know. But coincidentally, this would enable to boost team Darkness' reputation to a higher rank.
"I see…" His reply was calm. "What do you suggest?"
"Capture and interrogate. I'm rather curious as to why they are doing this, their end goal and such. For this to happen would be rather well thought out, long term planning." Cinder hummed. "You don't just set a city to its destruction without any purpose… Not unless that they're all petty on some dumb reason and whatever."
"Anyways, looks like we're here…" Cinder said. The trio landed right beyond the gate of the cemetery. The guards looked rather surprised at the unexpected appearance.
"Good evening. We are in an urgent rush, but have you seen anyone passing by here? We believed there are two fugitives hiding out here."
"Well, uhh…" One of the guards mouthed out before looking at the duo — Momon and Nabe blankly when he noticed the copper plates hanging over their necks. None whatsoever on the other dark warrior's neck. "We haven't heard anything about that. And we haven't seen anyone coming in."
"I see…"
"Let's get going then." Cinder said, ushering on with Momon and Nabe following. The moment they were far enough that the grave mist swallowed them whole, their pace went a little slower as the night hid them from anyone's eyes.
"…Apologies for the unexpected event, Momon." Cinder spoke after several paces as he glanced behind him.
"It doesn't matter." He shook his head. "What matters is that you're alright."
Cinder smirked. "Gave you quite a scare there then eh?"
"I'd rather not have it happen again." He said, his shoulders drooping slightly.
"You do know that's a promise I cannot keep right?" Cinder chuckled, much to Momon's frustration. "You'd get to your plan just in no time with this if things went properly."
"I wouldn't be surprised if this doesn't make us go up immediately to Adamantite…"
"If not, then it's probably due to several understandable reasons…" Cinder shrugged. "And besides, it'd go easy enough later on, no?"
"Maybe…" Momon hummed. "But do you know where they are exactly?"
Making a look around just for assurance, he silently pulled out the weapon from that crazy woman he encountered and handed it over to Momon.
"You have a scroll of [Locate Object], right? Use it on that, it'll pinpoint her location."
Momon looked over the weapon for a bit before handing it over to Nabe along with the scroll of [Locate Object] and a couple anti-divination scrolls. Watching her invoking scroll after scroll, the two stood there keeping the shambling undead from getting too close to them.
After the last scroll burnt into ash and the spell used up, Nabe pointed the direction.
"We're close, my Lords."
"We should hurry then, every second we waste is a chance for them to escape from our grasp."
Nabe leading the way, with the two following in suit. After passing through the abundance of gravestones, dead trees, mopping away the occasional zombies and skeletons that got in their way, they arrived to see from a distance, a mausoleum surrounded by more grey dead trees.
"No doubt they are somewhere over there…" Cinder said before turning around. "You two go on ahead, I'll catch up soon."
"Hmmm? What are you going to do?"
"Buying time and making sure no one sees us when shit might go down." He said bluntly. "Not to mention how long before the others arrive here… Don't worry, I won't be for long."
"I wouldn't think to say this, but just in case; be careful."
"Have ye no faith in thy friend, me lord?" The burnt knight chuckled as he patted his friend's shoulder in reassurance. "The gesture is appreciated! Just do remember to capture them. Again, who knows, they might turn out to be useful to us. If not, get rid of them." He shrugged.
And thus, he disappeared back to where they came from. Leaving the two.
Seeing that he is far enough, he then summoned a dozen undead creatures; Bone Vultures, Ghouls and a couple of Skeletal Warriors. Probably nothing too strong that an average adventurer couldn't handle should they dive deeper into the cemetery.
At first he thought of just making his summons harass and delay anyone that approaches the cemetery grounds. But one stray thought came to mind that made him smirk mischievously…
He ordered them to attack him in pairs, and a couple of times, thrice, whilst the others surrounded him in a circle, he retaliated. Occasionally a naturally-spawned random undead skeleton would try to swipe into his little "play act" with their bones and rusted swords, but was easily dealt with.
If anyone comes, or should the Swords of Darkness arrive, they'd at least see his greatness!
Heh…
'Should be enough time for Momon to enjoy himself…' He mused as he continued "fighting hard" against the undead surrounding him. This would give him an opportunity to find tricks on being even more combat prowess with his weapons.
Momon and Nabe wasted no time as they increased their pace to a jog. It didn't take them too long to arrive upon a cobblestone path to the mausoleum.
Under the night of the shining moon gaze its light upon them. There, the two reached the chapel at the heart of the graveyard and found two groups, or rather an individual along with a suspicious-looking group of fellows clustered around together with the only exposed bald face in the middle, and the other was a blonde woman that fitted the description that Cinder told him about.
The two were having an argument that looked like it was going to spark a fight between them. While there was no rush to begin with, the fact that the adventurers and other unnecessary reinforcements will arrive due to the fact that unknown individuals were planning to unleash disaster upon the town. It was more than enough to gain everyone serious attention.
Momon wanted to kill them for trying to harm his friend — even if they could do nothing in reality, but the need to know the utmost reason on why they were doing this was more favorable.
Ambushing them was already useless as their presence was already noticed, both parties stopped arguing to face the newly arrived interlopers…
"Well~ Looks like someone took their time to change their armor? And lookie here, they brought a friend this time~!" The woman said in a sugary shrouded tone, her blood-red eyes glinting along with her cheshire smile.
"Tch, he doesn't seem to be hurt at all…" The bald mage growled in irritation.
"You two are mistaken." Momon felt amused by making them think he was the one they fought. "I was not the one you fought, rather, it was my companion. And I will be punishing you for attacking my friend."
"Hooh~? So the big baby went home crying to call their daddy to spank me~?" The woman giggled madly.
Nabe glared at that comment whilst Momon stayed quiet, instead he drew both his greatswords at hand in a glorious fashion.
"To think that the two of you thought that you're in a position to take everything as a joke is rather... Annoying…" Momon said coldly before turning to Nabe.
"Nabe, we'll capture those two alive, the rest are disposable enough."
"Understood…!" Lighting began crackling around her palms. Immediately, she unleashed {Twin Maximize Magic; Electrosphere} onto the clustered group of magic casters…
"What!?"
The looks on their faces was pleasant as the blonde woman moved and quickly activated one of her Martial Arts to evade the attack, whilst the Magic Casters seemed rather shocked by the spell. They moved to defend against the attack, but were slow to react.
The night lit up from the electrical pulse as if it was daylight. The magic lighting vanished as quickly as it appeared.
All but the red-robed magic caster was left standing.
Immediately, the woman rushed forward with a wild look on her face, boosted by |Martial Arts| that she almost blurred. Brandishing a stiletto and a morningstar on both hands, she slingshot towards Nabe who looked rather irritated than surprised.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a massive swing delivered by the dark warrior who moved to intercept her attack.
"|Flow Acceleration|!"
She managed to barely dodge into a swirl acrobatically from a massive swing delivered by a dark warrior.
"Whoah there~ You almost got me~" She chirped with a mad giggle.
"If you would mind, I prefer if your attention is with me. May I suggest we take our fight somewhere else?" Momon said calmly. The cold tone spitting through the tense air. "I wouldn't want you to be caught in a crossfire and get the easy way out."
"Oh~ Quite cocky aren't ya?" She smirked with a mocking tone. "Probably an idiot too. Wouldn't expect to invite out a lady and not giving your name is quite rude, aint it?"
"My name is Momon… But we'll see how you'll learn the truth once you are defeated."
Long ass update, ik.
Wouldn't say sorry, but I thank those who are still following up on my story. Slow progress, but it's there.
Hope you await for more. Cya and take care.